TO WILLIAMSBURG HIGH 1925
y^-> HE Board of Editors presents this third
V- • issue of the Tattler, in all due humility,
for acceptance or refusal as its worth may
deem advisable. Before delving further we sug-
gest that you immediately give all credit to the
contributors and to our faculty, whose services
have been invaluable.
David E. Hoxie '25
Robert Smiley '25 Wilbur Purrington '25
Jokes Edward Foster '25
Athletics C. B. Johnson
Alumni Robert Nash '25
Richard Manwell '26
Class Day Exercises
Class of 1926
Class of 1927
Class of 1928
ij May the members of the Class of 1925 bring honor to their Alma Mater in even i
|> greater measure than those classes who have preceded her is the sincere wish of %
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One night as I was walking along a
dark street in Williamsburg, in fact I
was looking for the trolley car, I had
just come from the twenty-fifth reunion
of the class of 1925. Suddenly I heard
steps behind me, I turned but not quick
enough to escape the blackjack. Then
I seemed to be in a daze, and because I
had been with several of my old class-
mates all evening, events of my four
years at Burgy High came into my
mind. I recalled how we took the car
from Haydenville and upon arriving at
Burgy and entering the High School
building, how several of the Freshmen
boys tried to leave their caps in the
girl's cloak-room but were immediately
warned not to do so by some able Sopho-
mores who had had all the experience
of their first year but did not seem to
show any great benefit from it.
The first teacher we met was Miss
Merrifield who being the teacher in
charge of our home room, immediately
gave us some fine advice which many of
us did not take to heart until perhaps
our Junior or Senior year, when the
sight of the P. M. Session list or better
known by the students as the "Honor
Roll ' ' began to get us a wee bit worried.
About the beginning of October, 1921,
we began to hear vague rumors of a
Freshman reception which was to come
and which with attending ceremonies
was to be our Waterloo. Finally it came
on the second Friday evening in Octo-
ber. Most of the Freshmen weren't as
scared as they should have been probab-
ly due to the fact that we knew that
there were no boys in the Senior class
of 1922 and relied upon consideration
from the girls. We did the various
stunts required and with these over,
proceeded to have a good time.
The next thing that came into my
dazed mind was the Junior-Senior Prom
of that year, 1922. We Freshmen had
looked on with envious eyes until one
morning came the startling announce-
ment that each Junior or Senior, besides
inviting his own partner, might invite
another couple also. Weren't some of
the Freshmen proud when we received
that extra invitation? Then the gala
event came; the class of '25 boys garbed
in their first long pants and the girls for
the first time with their hair done in
grown up fashion. We felt big as life
until we got there and saw all our up-
per classmen and the alumni. But all
in all we had a great time.
The graduation arrived soon after
and although we were sorry to see the
Seniors leaving, we were glad we could
return after our vacation, as Sopho-
mores. In September, 1922 we welcom-
ed Miss Campbell in the place of Mrs.
Bader and Mr. Ralph Johnson as the
new mathematics teacher. Mr. Johnson
was also to act as athletic instructor.
This year, 1922, our class had charge of
the Freshmen at the initiation. We did
our best to put the Freshmen in their
places but it remains to be seen whether
or not they learned much from our
counsel. Under Mr. Johnson's instruc-
tion we had a fairly good boy's basket-
ball team while the girls' team, under
Miss Dunphy's coaching, won nearly
every game they played. They were an
all star team. Again Junior-Senior
came around, 1923, but this year as
only Juniors and Seniors were allowed
to go, we Sophomores who had attended
while we were Freshmen were somewhat
Then I remembered the cap fight on
the day we Sophies appeared with little
caps made of material of our class
colors. We were at once attacked by
the three other classes in overwhelming
numbers and only a few of our caps sur-
vived the combat ; but we were satisfied
as we had won a real victory over the
other classes as we had saved some of
the caps although we were out numbered
three to one. The next time when we
Sophomores clashed with the others was
on "Field Day" at the cane rush. The
rush was won by our mighty sister
class, the Seniors, long may their valor
last. But we took the second. Gradua-
tion, 1923, came all too soon and we
again aroused the enimity of the other
Classes by hanging out our numerals
from the roof of the school on Class
Night, a perilous feat. On the next day
we had our Class Picnic. We journey-
ed up the Ashfield road to find a spot
on the Bradford brook where we had
In September, 1923, we returned
again as Juniors, this time we changed
our home room and joined the class of
1924 in Room 1. When these two classes
( '24 & '25) get together, there is some
work done — but not all work.
The first great event of the school
year, 1924, came with the Freshman re-
ception. It was shortly afterwards fol-
lowed by a Hallowe'en Party given by
the Seniors. This party was a masquer-
ade and there were many unique cos-
tumes varying from Charlie Chaplin to
the Prince of Wales and from Little
Miss Muffitt to The Queen of Holland.
The next thing that passed before my
eyes which were rather blurred was the
Xmas Party that our class gave to the
school. The chief excitement and attrac-
tion for the girls occured under the
mistletoe. Mr. Stiles had taken charge
of the boy's basketball team this year
and the team went gaily through the sea-
son with eleven well-won victories out
of the sixteen games besides winning the
town championship from the Fast Out-
laws. Also' that spring, 1924, we had a
Washington Party. Next came the
Junior-Senior Prom and although many
of the upper-classmen did not go, their
places were filled by alumni and we had
a unique time as the hall was decorated
with about two hundred balloons, be-
sides the Seniors. Then the class of '24
graduated with credit to the school.
At last we were Seniors. We welcom-
ed Miss Pratt in Miss Toole's place and
Mr. Cleon Johnson in Mr. Clough's
place. We had the usual parties; noth-
ing very exciting happened until we
gave the lovely romance c ' Gypsy Rover
all the cast being Seniors except two
girls who were Sophomores. It was a
great success. With the money we rais-
ed from this and by other means, our
class was able to again be original and
to go to Boston for a few days visit to
historic places. While there, we went
to Lexington and Concord, saw two
musical comedies, went up the Bunker
Hill monument, went through the
Charlestown Navy yard, saw Paul Re-
vere 's home and during the trip, as Mr.
Brook's guests, we went down the har-
bor in a boat to Long Island Hospital
where several of the fellows thought
they were seasick when their hearts went
up in their mouths at the sight of the
very pretty nurses. Mr. Brooks took us
also to the City Hall and to the State
House where we met Governor Puller.
We again had our Junior-Senior
Prom and had a wonderful time, every-
one said that it was the best Prom in
every way that we have ever had. Then
we graduated and I recall a verse that
came out in the Sanderson Academy
Bell that describes our class very well,
any class in fact:
While we were Freshmen, we knew not and
knew that we knew not;
While we were Sophomores, we knew not but
did mot know that we knew not;
While we were Juniors, we knew but did not
know what we knew;
While we were Seniors, we knew and knew
that we knew.
Just then I felt some water being
dashed into my face. I recovered short-
ly and several of my class-mates who
had come along helped me aboard the
After all, I was glad I had been sand-
bagged with this paper because it
brought back many incidents of my
High School days which I had nearly
The happy days of pleasure,
The comradship of fellow scholars,
The grinding counsel of excellent teachers,
And the opening of our understanding from
week to week and year to year.
Wilbur Purrington '25
GLENN EDGAR ADAMS
Glenn is a new comer but he early taught us
that he had the "makings" of a true W. H. S.
citizen. To him goes the sole credit for the ex-
cellent manner in which he captivated the notice
of the captain on the S. S. Geo. I. Hibbard.
Undergraduates not in on this, speak to a Senior.
RUTH GRETCHIN ATHERTON
Whether its her fault or Jib's we can't tell
but Ruth 's neck must be nearly worn out if we
may judge from the fact that she is continually
turning to meet the never absent grin on Nor-
GEORGE ALVAN BARRUS
2nd Basketball Team (3) (4) Soccer (4)
Baseball (3) (4) Class Play.
"Stub" comes from the land of the Lithia
springs in Lithia, We have been trying for four
years to decide whether it was drinking from
this spring or just "Wee Alvie's characteris-
tics" that make him render those fine Latin
EDWIN CRANDALL BRECKENRIDG-E
This boy lives up on Village Hill and is more
commonly known by just "Lib" or his Nash.
Along with Ben Nash he upholds the dignity
of the class but it takes the "hard-boiled" shirt
he wore in the "Gypsy Rover" to make him look
the shiek he really is.
Assistant Cheer Leader (3) Cheer Leader (4)
Basketball (3) Class Play.
Betty is a valuable addition to our cheering
section. She has followed all our games with
marked interest and attention, so it is not queer
that she is dubbed the sport by general assent.
Anyway she has shown us that she can cheer.
We will never forget the way she haunted the
souvenir stands or her affection for Charlie.
CARROLL LEONE CLARK
Carroll's "Towering" asperations are to be-
come mistress in her own little nest. She does
not go in for any sports as she is taking a cor-
respondence course on ' ' Good Housekeeping.
MARCELLUS DARBY COOK
Secretary and Treasurer of Boy's A. A. (4)
Baseball (2) (3) (4). Basketball (3) (4),
Soccer (4), Orchestra. (3) (4), Class Play
Honor Group, Class Grinds.
He is the back-bone of the orchestra: — so he
says anywoy — with his wailing, moaning trom-
bone. Darby says perhaps he would like to be
an undertaker as he has such a liking for
"Graves." He was elected the class grind and
grumbler but to hear his hearty laugh ringing
in the corridors make us disagree.
GERTRUDE JSOBEL DOBBS
Secretary and Treasurer (2), Girls A. A. (4),
Basketball (3) (4), Class Play.
Here is "l'enfant" of the class. [ She will
never grow either in stature or ways' since she
burnt her arm with "concentrated" sulphuric
acid when a child and has remained "short but
sweet" ever since. Trudie has been the sole
feminine invader of La Valley's taciturn armor,
but "qui salt"?
EDWARD CLARK FOSTER
Basketball (1)(2)(3)(4), Captain of Basketball
(4), Baseball (2) (3) (4), Captain of Baseball
(3), Manager (4), Vice-President (2), Presi-
dent (3) (4), Vice-President of Boy's A. A. (4)
Ass't Editor of Tattler (3), Class Play, Address
Here's the bold, bad boy of the class of '25.
When we remember the grace with which he
clasped Nina in "The Gypsy Rover," we can
do little but say, ' ' He '11 bear watching, ladies. ' '
But though Ed is usually a good chap, we can
not help remembering how he fled to Filene's
to escape leaving Boston until 4 P. M.
HAZEL ESTHER HOLDEN
Vice-President of Debating Society (4)
Plainfield claims the birth-right of Hazel. She
is regarded as a prodigy of intelligence. She has
a decided preference to the car she rides in. But
what is that? Four years ago "Tessie" was a
bashful little country lass but under our care-
ful guidance she soon overcame that hinderance.
She Avishes to be nice so we will let her have her
DAVID EDWARDS HOXIE
Associate Editor of Tattler. . (3), President of
Debating Society (4), Basketball (4), Soccer
(4), Baseball (4), Editor of Tattler (4), Class
Play, Class Prophecy.
Dave is noted for two things, his hope to be-
come Editor of- "Whiz Bang" and Ins arguing
with the umpires when he gets caught three feet
off 1st base because, he says, he just couldn't be
caught by any baseman off any base.
MARGARET SARAH KEMPKES
Honor Group. Class Oration.
Margaret holds the highest honors in her
class, being a "Pro Merito" student. Margaret
is the prize essay writer having carried off two
first prize medals this year. Margie started
late (in some subjects) but has already, since
May Day, developed a great liking for the
FREDERICK LOUIS LAV ALLEY
2nd team Basketball (3) (4), Soccer (4), Class
Freddy is the guy whose appetite is so large
that the entire staff of waitresses at the Wel-
lington were kept busy supplying his wants.
Fred collects souvenirs of different restaurants
which he can probably still show you since rolls
do get hard when kept very long.
ROBERT FRANKLIN NASH
Secretary and Treasurer (1), Leading role in
"The Gypsy Rover."
Ben was the first of his class to learn to "trip
the light fantastic,' ' and his early success with
leading ladies has immuned him to the usual
bashfullness of a senior. Ben, however, has
failed so far to settle his affections on any one
we suspect. We understand that Ben has in-
vented a new kind of bottle opener. Ask him
about the hook?
WARNER BRUCE NASH
Business Manager of Tattler (3), Executive
Committee of Debating Society (4), Basketball
(4), Baseball (2) (3) (4), Soccer (4), Class
Play (4), Honor Group, Class Will.
Oh! Sinfi what was that? Only Brucie ham-
mering a last spike into Burgy's new town hall.
This may be said some two or three years from
now since it is rumored that Bruce is to become
a carpenter. All right, Brucie, but don't "bal-
sam" or "pine" too much and you'll be a
"spruce" young man some day.
ELIZABETH JOSEPHINE O'NEIL
Vice-President (3) (4), Secretary and Treas-
urer (1), Prophecy on Prophet, Class Play.
Bessie is overjoyed at the thoughts of gradua-
tion. She is still dubious as to how she has ac-
complished it. but here she is anyway. Bessie's
dancing has been the town talk since she took
"The Gypsy Hover'' by storm. Her ambition
is to go into the hated business as she has a fond-
ness for "Cooks."
Class President (1) (2), Vice-President (3).
Secretary and Treasurer of Boy's A. A. (1) (3)
BasketbaU Team (1) (2) (3) '(4), Baseball (2)
(3) (4), Captain of Soccer Team (4) Manager
of Basketball (3) (4), Manager of BasebaU (3)
President of Bov's A. A. (4). Assistant Editor
of Tattler (4), Class History, Class Play.
Bill is the bachelor of the class because he is
so fussy he cannot settle his affections on any
of the numerable freshmen who adore his
dreamy blue eyes and the ability with which he
wields the overhead shot on the Basketball floor.
ROBERT METZGAR SMILEY
Vice-President of Class (1), Secretary and Trea-
surer (4), Assistant Editor of Tattler (4),
Class Play, Honor Groun, Farewell Address
"Trebe" is running neck to neck in a race
with Dick Manwell to see who can be late most
often in a week, but it has gone so far that both
of them are late every morning. Maybe they're
trying to evade Virgil Class.
MARY ELIZABETH WELLS
Mary isn't really as coquettish as she looks in
this photo, but you know how photos are — ,with
or without compliments. Mary is studying to
become a nurse, we hear, but if she is not kinder
to her patients than she has been to her many
admirers she cannot succeed.
CLASS BAY EXEKC
"ADDRESS OF WELCOME"
To the officers of the school, teachers,
parents and friends.
The class of 1925 has given me the
honor of welcoming you this evening to
our class-night exercises.
Words cannot express our gratitude
to our teachers, Superintendent and
School Board for their unfaltering sup-
port during our four years in high
school. They have carried us through
the most perplexing years of our life
and have encouraged us to cultivate
high ambitions and ideals.
Parents : this evening as we are on
the threshold of life, we more thorough-
ly appreciate the many things that you
have done for us. You have shared our
joys , our triumphs, our failures and
sorrows, and now Ave are glad to wel-
come you to these exercises, and we
hope that you will be pleased with the
results of our efforts.
We know that four years of school
comradship will become the background
for many pleasant memories, yet, it is
with regret that we leave so many
worthy friends, without whom the acti-
vities of our four years in high school
would have been a failure. School-
mates 1925 greets you.
Be it remembered that we, the class
of 1925 of Williamsburg High School,
being of sound mind and memory but
knowing the uncertainty of this life, do
make this our last will and testament,
hereby revoking all wills and codicils
heretofore made by us. After the pay-
ment of our just debts and commence-
ment charges, we bequeath and devise
To the faculty we bequeath our
loyalty and appreciation of their en-
couragement and guidance.
To the class of 1927, our sister cla'ss,
we do bequeath gratitude, love, and
a firm and lasting place in our hearts
and memories; also the right to occupy
the seats in Miss Dunphy's room
if they do not make too much noise
while coming through the hall.
To our successors, the class of 1926,
we leave our best and most earnest
wishes for a happy and successful
Senior Year, and all the prerogatives
that go with our dignity as seniors, in-
cluding the right to sell candy at
recess, the special privilege of planting
an ivy, the right to hold a prom, give
a show and take a class trip.
To the freshmen, we bequeath our
best wishes to those who take Algebra
and Latin, and hope they will burn a
little midnight oil this summer to keep
these subjects fresh in their minds.
To any who are unable to escape it —
we leave our places on the P. M. ses-
To Mr. Warner we leave the priv-
ilege of cleaning out the radiators in
room one, also the right to have fire
drills on cold and rainy days if it so
To Miss Dumphy we leave the right
to bring up all important notices, in
the chapel, and the sole right to put up
the list of deficiencies, not more than
once in four weeks.
To the individual members of our
high school we bequeath our class and
our personal belongings in the follow-
ing manner with the following provi-
sions and restrictions :
Ruth Atherton leaves her practical
and efficient character to Helen Mer-
rit. providing Helen does not sit up
more than eight nights a week to get
her studying done.
Elizabeth Burke leaves her quiet
and reserved manner as well as her
poise to Elizabeth Kempkes. if she will
promise not to keep still more than ten
minutes at a time.
Robert Smiley leaves his fondness
for history in all its branches to Fred
Sampson if lie will try not to excede
Smiley 's desire for the subject.
Gertrude Dobbs leaves her love of a
good time to Alyce Nash.
Margaret Kempkes gives her success,
her likeableness and her dependability
in all things to Pauline Webb.
Frederick LaYalley regretfully parts
with his French books leaving them to
Lawrence Coogan and William Field.
Alvan Barrus and Gertrude Dobbs
leave the long and short of it to Walter
Algustosky and Barry Gray.
Foster and Cook give some of their
extra numerals and Ws to future
Bill Purrington bequeaths his quiet-
ness and modesty to Norman Goodwin
providing he does not exceed Bill's
To Jackie Coogan we give Robert
Smiley 's wave.
Glenn Adams leaves his interest in
chemistry and love of argument to
Bessie O'Neil leaves her right to ride
in the Nash to Victoria Stempkowski.
David Hoxie leaves his sporting
spirit, his journalistic desires and his
willingness, to Richard Manwell.
Robert Nash bequeaths his love for
a feminine audience to "Honey"
Edwin Breckenridge leaves his abil-
ity to handle the Nash to Milton
Howes if he will promise to keep off of
Mary Wells leaves her place in Math
classes to May Dansereau.
Carroll Clark leaves to Helen Ro-
berge her tasks of study.
Hazel Holden leaves her chemical
ability to Fred Sampson.
In testimony thereof, we hereunto
set our hands and in the presence of
witnesses declare this to be our last
will, this twenty-third day of June in
the year one thousand nine hundred
The Class of 1925.
Mr. L. A. Merritt.
Mr. C. B. Johnson,
W. Bruce Nash.
It was a balmy summer evening, one
of those exquisite evenings, when, with
the slightest pretext one may glide from
stern reality into an ecstasy of dream-
I was climbing, with languid steps,
the pleasant wooded hillside which rises
to the west of the town, when, of a sud-
den, I came upon a pleasant little glade
from which I could view the entire vil-
The eyes of a true nature lover would
have revelled in the wealth of verdant
foliage and in the mystic colors of the
surrounding hillsides. The flash of a
scarlet tanager appeared like a flame in
the deep boughs of a whispering pine,
while a wood-thrush called in liquid
notes from a nearby elm, and here and
there a cricket tuned its strings as if
in preparation for the dance of noctur-
But my eyes were not entirely for
nature, for somehow I felt strangely
drawn toward those few streets lying
so peacefully neath the setting sun.
Would those streets grow and swell in
number until some day a huge city
would lie throughout this valley? Or,
would even these few finally disappear?
While I sat thinking, — just thinking,
the sun dipped a last good-night from
the golden west, and the "Lady of the
Night" gently pushed her cold shoulder
above the tree-tops in a rejuvenated
East. Oh ! magical being, with all-re-
vealing beams, give me a glimpse into
the future of this little town and its in-
As if in direct reply to my half form-
ed thoughts, the moon took on new ra-
diance and, — my surroundings changed.
On my left was a little shop, rather
squallid in appearance, with that look
which results from much spilt paint,
and not recognizing my way I went in
with the intention of asking a route to
The proprietor stepped forward and
greeted me cordially, asked for my
wants and directed me to the Welling-
ton. My question answered I started
to leave, but as I reached the door, I
caught a glimpse of something which
roused vague memories. Turning, I
asked, "Are you not Darby Cook?"
Mystified, he replied that he was and
asked my name. I informed him and
also told him how I suspected his iden-
tity. There was a sign on the wall which
read ' ' Auto-wheels painted ' ' and under-
neath, in a drying rack were four flam-
ing red disc-wheels.
After a few moments' conversation
"How Avould you like to meet some
of the old class?"
I replied that nothing could give me
more pleasure and so I left him with
the information that the show at the
new theatre would put me in touch with
old time pals.
I readily recognized the new amuse-
ment house but was somewhat puzzled
over its name which was "The Hazel."
To satisfy my curiosity I asked a loun-
ger where the place got its name. He
replied, in the meantime gazing at me
as though he doubted my sanity, that
Hazel Holden had been elected first
woman president of the United States
and that Burgy, not intending to be
beaten by Northampton, had erected
this edifice in her honor.
Obtaining a program and ticket I en-
quired as to the name of the perform-
ance and received the answer that it was
a burlesque on an old musical comedy
and it went by the name of "The Wan-
The theatre was packed but I finally
got a seat by a nervous young lady, who
in the rather exciting prologue waved
her arms, clapped her hands and mur-
mured blissfully, "Ain't that grand,"
and " Oh ! how wonderful. ' ' The scene
was now showing a little darky boy, at
least he was dressed in boy's clothes,
leaving his mammy to seek a fortune in
the jungles of some tropical country,
and as he raised his lips for a farewell
kiss, the young lady beside me whisper-
"Don't, its best to end it with a
I knew then who my companion was.
T recollected how terribly disappointed
Betty Burke had been that Ed. Foster
would rather make up with a song than
a caress and turning to her I hushed her
and made myself known.
Betty told me that when she and Bob
Nash had first left W. H. S. they went
en the stage in a song and dance act.
But Betty had continually made fun of
the skeleton in Ben's closet, that is to
say the fossil remains to which he be-
came attached to in Boston and so he
discharged her and tried something new.
Betty saw him occasionally and so I got
tht news rather first-handed. It seems
Ben remembered the difficulty he had
experienced with leading ladies and so
he decided to put on a burlesque of the
Gypsy Rover. Immediately I saw
through the disguise of "The Wander-
ing Roman ' ' but did not interrupt. Bet-
ty as she continued.
"You see, Dave," she said, "Ben
wanted to get started as soon as possi-
ble so he tried to get the old characters
together. And the trouble he had ! Why
it took him months longer than it would
have if he had hired new actors.
First he advertised in nation-wide
agencies and that failed more or less
though he did reach some of the chorus
that way. Bessie O'Neil saw his add in
a Barbar-shop magazine and she came
at once. She had been a manicurist,
you know, but she said she would much
rather be a chorus girl and let someone
hold her hand than to be a nail cutter
and hold some one else's. And Ben got
Mary Wells through the adds, too. She
takes the part of a ventriloguist and
scares the natives half to death in the
"So you've seen the show before," I
"Yes," she said, "Ben won't let me
be in it but I like to see it nevertheless. ' '
"You see, Dave, Mary and Carrol and
Ruth decided at an early age to be old
maids. So years ago, they started in
raising chickens as a respectable liveli-
hood, though they do say they raised
Cain before they decided on Rhode Is-
land Reds. Well, anyway, Carrol,
while fetching water for the poultry,
fell in the brook and a salesman came
along and saved her. He would have
went away will) her 1 hanks but Carrol
'was in a falling mood that day and she
fell for him and spoiled the triumverate
so now Ruth and Mary are in this show.
And Bruce and Ben go through their
part with the aid of an amateur now.
Bob got Bruce for Sinfo's part pretty
easy. You see Bruce early learned to
like moonlight nights and when there
suddenly appeared on the market extra-
ordinary paintings of the moon, Ben
traced down the artist and found Cou-
Betty was interrupted here by the
rising of the curtain for the second act.
Ben came out and sang to a new lead-
ing lady and old Marmaduke Purring-
ton hemmed hawed in great shape.
Betty whispered that Bill took a corres-
pondence course in irregular verbs and
now took his part as a French Duke.
The French part of it accounted for
the lacking "d'oncha knows" which I
When they called this a burlesque
they certainly told the truth. The scene
was on a tropical isle and negroes and
whites mingled freely.
A lone warrior took the stage and
glancing at my program rather than
arouse the loquacious Miss at my side,
Mumbo Gumbo, Edwin Breckenridge
Official pedometer manufacturer for
native runners. Recollecting Lib's
climbs over Village Hill when the Nash
wasn't running I couldn't blame him
for his trade.
Sir George came on, no longer an
Englishman, but a squat, roly-poly na-
tive with filed teeth. He made a bar-
gain with the chief to have Rob captured
and literally fed to the dogs.
And then came that great trapping
scene when Rob in the arms of his
dusky sweetheart was captured by the
warrior set on his trail by the chief.
In W. H. S. production, the tall form
of Alvan Barrus had fulfilled this part
admirably. His long arms had securely
held the small form of Robert. But now
upon the scene came a short chap scarce-
ly four feet in height. Bravely he walk-
ed up to Rob and grabbed him. He did
it with a grace equal to Alvan 's, "now,"
I wondered, "who can it be?" Again
referring to my program I read,
"Stub" Mumbo Gumbo's Pal
This was too much for my credulity. I
rushed from my seat and my reporters'
card got me behind the scenes where I
met the actors as they came off.
Going up to Alvan 's weazened form
1 cried "Alvie, old pal. what has hap-
pened, by what accident has the mighty
Sadly he eyed me and in a weak, mild
voice, far different from the stern growl
of other days, he answered :
'"Take warning from one who knows
Dave, I got married and settled down."
I talked of old days on the second
basketball team and then asked,
"How did Trebe Smiley and Eddie
Poster come out in their aspirations to
become renowned pianists?"
Alvie didn't reply but merely pointed
to my program. I searched through the
orchestra players for their names but
failed to find them. Then I noticed a
small note which read :
"Specialty after third act"
Smiley and Poster in a duet on
The Jews Harp !
I waited 'till the fellows finished their
act but refrained from mentioning their
faltering ambitions when I warmly
clasped their hands with the old P.D.Q.
society's hand-shake. Then, assuring
them of my best wishes for a happy
future I left the theatre. An urchin
stopped me and sold me a newspaper.
It was called the Williamsburg Gleaner
and was edited by Glenn Adams. I
Avent through the paper completely,
thinking of getting some information on
the size and sort of city I was in when
suddenly I came upon an entire page
which was written in French. I was
puzzled at this and thought to myself
that the old New Englander was cer-
tainly a thing of the past if they prefer-
red reading French to English. So I
asked the way to the office and met
Glenn. I started to ask him what his
idea was but didn't have to; my answer
was personified in Peggy Kempkes, who
sat in a stenographer's chair near by. I
knew then why things were so. In the
conversation which followed he said.
"I write the script and my assistant
editor, Margie, translates it into French.
This was entirely as one might have
expected back in W. H. S. and soon I
left them, happy in their success of
It was twilight as I stepped from the
"Gleaner's" office and from across the
street came the tones of bells ringing in
joyful peal. I walked over and sat
down in the rear of a very crowded
church. A young man who sat at my
left persisted in learning my favorite in
the coming Marathon and became so
insistant that I finally entered whole-
heartedly into a discussion about which
I knew nothing. So emphatic did he
become that I failed to note the arrival
of the bride and groom 'til suddenly I
heard the words "Do you take — "
Immediately I was all attention and
then as I looked at the happy couple I
grew more so. They had their backs
toward me, but there was no mistaking
those broad shoulders and the tilt of
that head. My beliefs were confirmed
when the groom in a gruff voice said,
"I, Frederick, take thee, — ."
Just then a siren was heard outside
and I lost his next word. Turning to
the fellow at my side I started to say,
"Who — " but I was cut off short by
some one else who said "who-o-"
Startled, I listened to see who this
new disturber of ceremonies was. Again
it came. Much louder. "Who-o." The
congregation faded slowly, then faster
'til there was only a mist before my
eyes. The lights dimmed and twinkled,
and there, before my startled gaze, out-
lined against a beautiful full moon sat
a great, ghostly, white owl.
It was he who brought me back from
the land of to-morrow and as I rose and
started down the hill I wondered who
Frederick had taken. Then with a sud-
den rush of memory came a phrase
which had filtered throgh my conversa-
tion with the race enthusiast.
"But tell me how you feel when you
feel the way you feel, Freddy dear. ' '
I knew, then, it was none other than
Gertrude Dobbs. The same old Trudie
who had so shamefully "flirted "with all
the fellows" in the musical comedy.
And so I continued on down and
through the silent streets, again seeing
my friends in all their successes, while
still, overhead hung that moonlight
azure of dream provoking power, which
threathened the whole world of reality.
David E. Hoxie '25.
Prophecy on The Prophet
It was very early in the morning and
I had just awakened. The gray dawn
came faintly through the windows and
filled the room with shadows of various
shapes and sizes with which I was not
acquainted. It was so dark that it took
me some time to make out which was
the closet door and which was the exit.
I lay there confused trying to acquaint
myself with my new room.
Elizabeth Burke was still lying dia-
gonally across the bed. She had come
to dine with me the evening before and
as she was about to leave an electrical
storm arose, forcing her to spend the
night. All that kept the extremities of
my body from falling to the floor was
the edge of the blanket on which I was
lying and the remainder in which she
Avas enwrapped. Ordinarily I would
have claimed my share but this morning
it better suited my fancy to lie there
on the edge of an ominous pit hanging
by a hair.
I do not know how long I lay there in
this position but suddenly the pit chang-
ed to a beautiful fertile valley. It was
situated in the midst of an orange belt
and the beautiful sun-kissed fruit
drooped bountifully on either side. Sud-
denly I heard a burst of laughter and
from behind the fruit trees, a girlish
figure bounded, followed by a young
gentleman in sport attire. After run-
ning some distance, the young lady gave
up to the superior prowess of her pur-
suer and yielded to his lengthy embrace.
They were laughing and chatting about
something and as I approved them I
heard the young fellow say to her,
"Where have you been all my life?"
"Why, I have been waiting for you.
David since Lib went away." she ans-
"Waiting, oh, where have I heard
that before — waiting!"
"Now don't get peeved David, just
as soon as the publishers receive the
book we can return to Williamsburg
and come back in time for orange pick-
ing. ' '
I could stand it no longer. I was
sure I knew those voices and as I ap-
proached, they paused, startled at my
appearance. Suddenly, the young fel-
lew jumped up and his face flaming
with joy, grasped my hand enthusiastic-
ally. It was none other than David
Hoxie and Hazel Holden as I hardly
dared to believe. They invited me to
their cotage, as they modest ly called it.
They were modest indeed, for the build-
ing proved to be a mineature castle with
beautiful orange trees around it.
It was at lunch that Dave told me the
whole story. It seemed that after High
School days he began to work for the
Daily Hampshire Gazette, where he be-
came recognized as an able reporter. He
spent some years in that and various
other papers when he decided to write
stories. His first book was hailed as a
masterpiece by critics and having estab-
lished himself firmly in the literary
world, took up the study of cultivation
of oranges as a hobby. Returning to
Williamsburg he found Hazel alone, his
old rivals having left to take up their
various walks of life. It was merely a
repetition of High School Days only
they were married now and mere honey-
mooning at the orange plantation.
David continued eagerly to tell me
about his great find which proved to be
an excellent type of orange that he had
successfully cultivated and named The
Then it happened that suddenly Eli-
zabeth rolled and so did I down, down
to the abyss only to be saved by the
floor. When I struck I came to enough
to hear Elizabeth protest over the lost
blankets. I was somewhat sorry to see
the dawn because it brought a very real
dream to an end.
As we lay there talking, we recalled
the events of the past evening when
Elizabeth and I had read David
Edward Hoxie 's novel "Hazel's Con-
quest of the Moon."
Elizabeth O'Neil '25
As I opened my paper the other day.
my glance was immediately arrested by
a strange picture. Strange at first, but
as I meditated on the question it pre-
sented, it lost its strangeness. It be-
came more true to life indeed, rather
common, as though worn smooth by the
tramp of thousands.
The picture was this : on a huge dial,
the face of a clock, was pictured two
couples, on opposite sides. Each had a
rope apparently pulling. One couple
was very aged while the other was
Need I tell you how they were pull-
ing? It needs very little thought; for.
with all the ardent fire of youth, the
young folks were striving their best to
hustle the time on its way; while the
older ones were straggling against the
relentless tide as a year old babe might
struggle for its life in the hands of
some mighty monster or as man strug-
gles in the clutches of the sea.
And so it has been in all generations.
Youth with all its love of good times
to come, has striven to force the time
ahead, to hurry it up, to keep pace with
On the other hand old age has fought
against the ravages of this enemy. As
the years go by, we, one and all, become
aware of the steady push of Father
Time, who becomes in the end, an execu-
tor who inflicts rewards for the deeds
An American Puzzle
In a black, battered hat that fitted
him like a soup bowl, a middle-aged
man slowly approached. The hat forc-
ed out ears until they looked like Mer-
cury's wings misplaced. To hide Ms
dirty blouse, as the dirt had his shiftless,
lazy face, he wore a pair of greasy over-
alls. If dirt Avere gold, he would have
made Rockefeller look like a pauper. A
pair of muddy boots gave Mm an awk-
ward, sliding step, sometMng like a
crab's gait, while under Ms arm I saw
a battered dinner box that should have
been given service stripes. When he
stooped to begin his work, he did it as
though he was afraid of snapping his
back. He was the sort of a fellow you
see leaning on a shovel, or pick, dream-
ing of five o'clock. Most laborers of
his type, are coarse-mannered, lazy,
dirty, shiftless and stupid. The pay is
poor, the work hard, the chance of im-
provement slight ; the result is the sort
of men. What is America going to do
Darby Cook '25
Peter — the reader may or may not like
that name. You probably think of
Peter Pan in connection with this
story if you are a movie fan, still
chuckling over a Mack Sennett comedy
when Peter Pan or Wendy comes on
the screen ; and yet, if your title is Rev-
erend, you think of the great desciple,
Simon Peter. While if the reader is a
child, he thinks of Peter as a man with
a great big key. But if you are a boy
of about seven years ; and your name is
Peter, you may not even like to hear
the name or see it. because you prob-
ably have to listen to "Peter, Peter,
Pumpkin Eater" every day at the
But the Peter I speak of is none of
these. This Peter has large amber
eyes ; his hair is grey, mixed with a
few white ones; and he is a hunter as
well as a batchelor. I wouldn't say a
hermit because he still lives with his
mother, and has his neck and ears
washed by her every day. He is also
a great sleeper and when he isn't out
hunting, he is stretched out fast
Now, do you wonder who this Peter
is? It can't be Simon Peter because
he wasn't a hunter, was he- He can't
be a little boy because his hair is grey
which usually denotes old age. And
he can't be Peter Pan because Pan was
neither a hunter nor a batchelor. No,
lie is not any of these. This Peter is
Wilbur Purrington, '25.
The faint drip, drip, of water on the
leaves was broken by the shrill call of
the little green parrots, and almost in-
audible rustle as the animals of the
jungle awoke to a new day.
The already burning sun shed a
much dimmed radiance through the
eternal gloom of the tangled vegita-
tion. A screech as some jungle eat
made the first kill of the day, then all
was silent once more.
Under the arching roots of a giant
palm in a nest hollowed out in the ac-
cumulated leaves, a lithe, tawny crea-
ture, Muskwa the leopard, with bared
fangs and twitching paws, faced a
grim audience, Bushwa, the panther,
and Harroth, her erstwhile mate. Along
her heaving flank, three little balls of
fur lay, sending their piteous wails into
the muck laden air. Their protector
referred them their breakfast, and they
were hungry. A tawny flash, and the
steel shod claws of Mukawa rent a long
gash in the leeing face of Harrotti.
With a disappointed yowl of rage he
slunk into the jungle to nurse his bleed-
ing nose. Bushwa was made of stern-
er stuff however, he launched a light-
ning attack and for an instant the air
was full of spitting, hissing cats. The
passionate love of Muskwa won out,
and Bushwa followed his fellow con-
spirator into the steaming jungle. Lit-
tle cries of solace swelling from her
creamy throat, Mukswa muzzled her
young to her flank, they blissfully
The long struggle for existence had
begun. There were three cubs, Hinrotti
the strongest, Lassi and Hersa, Hinrot-
ti distinguished himself by his clearer
markings and a larger body. For four
days he and his sisters had lain there,
blind to everything except the warm
side of their mother, on the fourth
morning they awakened and discov-
ered the vast steaming world about
them, Hinrotti awakened fully three
hours before his sisters. The first
screech of Pakeeta, the king of the par-
rots who dwelt above them, sent him
whimpering with little cries to his
mother and safety. Now he ventured
a baby snarl at the intruder whilst his
more timid sisters still clung to their
The battle of morning, began a series
of such encounters which lasted until
the cubs were fully one third grown.
At that time Hinrotti stood three hands
high as magnificently sleek as his
mother, and with inch long claws
which could rip open a baby deer upon
The encircling months flew by, Hin-
rotti was now nearly full grown, a
leopard capable of caring for himself
and sisters too. The last moon of the
year saw him, his sisters and mother
quietly treking across the tundra, in a
bare bit, separate from that primeval
growth. All was quiet, as a lull before a
storm. Then a great chattering arose,
one, two, three monkeys leaped across
the half mile expanse as if flying. An
ear splitting roar broke the silence like
the crack of Doom from the frings of
fungii. From the edge of clearing a
sea of tossing bucks, with five foot
tusks gleaming from the twining
trunks in the glaring sunlight.
A twinge of fear passed through the
leopard family, all knew instinctively
what it meant. An elephant herd
gone amuck, frightened by some bright
leaf or an unexpected noise. On they
came, covering the entire clearing,
their little red eyes gleaming, trumpet-
ing incessantly. Like a flash Harrotti
and Muskwa sped across the clearing,
the others easily outdistanced. That
dun mountain of moving death drew
rapidly nearer. As the fringe of
trees cracked, bent and were swept
under by that monstrous herd. Ten
feet from safety. Hinrotti felt himselt
lifted bodily and hurled that distance,
he sensed his mother's strength behind
that push. He was saved. Turning,
he saw a mass of crushed flesh and fur
under those terrible feet. That maimed
thing had been his mother a moment
The supreme sacrifice of another,
death, that her child might live. Days
passed, the gnawing sense of loss grew
less, the mating season came, Hinrotti
felt an indefinable urge, a gnawing
pain of discontent. One morning, re-
turning from the hunt, he saw her, a
full grown leopardess, the most beau-
tiful one in the jungle, he thought
then. He won her. The never ceasing
cycle of his race passed on.
Glenn E. Adams '25
Does It Pay?
An alert brown-haired girl ran hur-
riedly up the stairs. She flung off her
wraps and began to open the letters
she had just received. What was she
going to do for the coming winter. Of
course, she had her two years of an
unfinished college course, but what
could she do with it? She hoped that
Beth had found something. As she
saw her hand-writing, she tore open the
letter with a cry of joy. Her letter-
stated that a Miss Marion Jones of Chi-
cago would pay Miss Ruth Harmer
five-hundred dollars to go to the State
University and pass her entrance ex-
aminations. "It will be a splendid
chance for you to earn some very
'easy' money, Ruth," wrote Beth.
"I'll take it," Ruth said, decisively.
The registering clerk looked up
from his desk as a rather small, yet
business-like girl stopped to register
for her entrance examinations, She
asked a question of the clerk, reg-
istered, evidently her name, Miss Mari-
on Jones, Chicago, and passed on to
her examination rooms.
Soon afterward Smith, the clerk,
sent Miss Jones a letter saying that she
had passed her examinations very cred-
itably and she could, therefore, enter
the State University in the fall. He
wondered if he would ever see her
again and decided that she should rank
well among the Freshmen according to
her entrance papers.
When midyears were drawing near,
a messenger-boy came to Smith's of-
fice with a yellow envelope. He asked
for Miss Jones of Chicago. A slow,
musical voice answered that she was
the girl and had just come in for her
marks. The clerk looked surprised
but the tall blonde took the telegram
and departed quickly. Smith thought
this over and decided that there must
be some mistake somewhere that two
entirely different girls in the same col-
lege had the same name.
That evening Smith looked over the
registration books, but could find only
one Miss Jones. Her marks for the
last term were not as high as he had
expected, on the contrary, very low.
And where was that other girl who
had registered for the entrance exam-
inations? Finally, through a sense of
duty, he took the matter to the Presi-
dent, Mr. Blackstone, who seemed
very much interested. A week later,
he called Smith to his private office
to tell him what the blonde had con-
"You deserve much credit for your
investigations, Smith," said Mr. Black-
stone, "and we shall have to expel the
And now — decide for yourselves : —
DOES IT PAY?
Helen Merritt '27
Luella's chin quivered. She was
away from home teaching school. It
was her second week, and she was
wondering how mother was getting
along, and whether Milly was water-
ing the plants, and how father's rheu-
matism was. So preoccupied was she
that she hardly heard little Albert
Pratt, the youngest pupil in the school,
who was reading laboriously from the
"You may take your seat, Albert,"
said Luella finally. "You read very
well today. The fourth grade will
now recite in arithmetic."
While the five little pupils came to
the front seats Luella struggled with
a wave of homesickness that threat-
ened to engulf her.
Suddenly an automobile horn sound-
ed; then some one knocked on the
door. When Luella opened it, there,
facing- her on the threshold, was a lit-
tle rosy gentleman in a pepper-and-
salt suit. Luella stared at him in be-
wilderment, then flushed, then beamed.
' ' Deacon Albright ! ' ' she cried. ; ' Is
it really you? I can hardly believe
my eyes ! ' '
The old man smiled. ''I guess it is,
Luelly. I had to go to Coverly on busi-
ness and found out that by makin' a
little detour I could see you. So I hired
a fellow to bring me over from Cam-
field, and here I am. How are you?
And how is the school?"
Luella choked a little. "I'm getting
on fine." she replied fpiaveringly.
But the old man seemed to under-
stand the lonely feeling in her heart.
"Now Luelly." he said comfortably,
"there's no call for you to be getting
homesick. Folks are all well at home,
and your ma sent these sugar cookies.
She said she reckoned they'd taste
good, because she made 'em. And the
minister's wifes aunt di'ed and left her
nine hundred dollars, and old Mrs.
Prisby's son came back from New York
and brought her a phonograph. The
old lady is as tickled as a boy with a
red wagon. And the Perkins' twins
have gone on a visit to their married
sister. Now. I can't stop. Luelly.
though I'd like well to do it. That
fellow I hired is waiting outside, and
I've got to catch the train. But don't
you go to getting homesick. Luelly.
We take a lot of pride in you back in
Fairburg. We'll all be waiting for
you when you come back in the spring.
But in the meanwhile you've got your
work to do. and I feel sure you'd do
it well. Tt's onlv a little matter of
eight months or so until you'll be
Luella nodded. "I'll do my best.
Deacon Albright, and oh. it's so good
to see a ace from home ! Give them all
my love and tell them I'm getting
along fine. "
A moment later the old man was
gone. Luella walked up the aisle. Her
voice was saying. "Fourth-grade pu-
pils in arithmetic will please take
their places at the board." but her
heart was singing. "Do your best.
Luella! Do your best!"
Margaret Kempkes '25.
The Midnight Flyer came to a puf-
fin o-. grinding stop before a forlorn
looking little station in a western min-
ing camp. The only passenger to
alight, was a young man. who leaped,
nimbly down the steps, dragging after
him a large brown suitcase. His fea-
tures, under the electric lights, were
both pleasing and earnest. Even his
well modulated voice spoke of eastern
culture and refinement.
"Could you tell me. sir. if there is
any way to get to Atolma Flats to-
night?" he asked the agent.
"Nope, none." he replied. "Oh — just
a moment thought.' 'he answered on
after thought. "If you could persuade
that young Hicks fellar. Tom Hicks,
they call him. to let you take one of
his new Haynes speeders you might
make it. Pretty dangerous though.
Can you drive?"
"Well I should smile," the young
man stated slangily. drove against
Murphy at Saratoga. He smiled
broadly at his new friend's surprise,
thanked him politely, for his trouble
and stepped off the platform into the
enveloping darkness. Far ahead he
could discern the locomotive head-light
cutting the opaque darkness with its
narrow, silvery shaft of light. For a
moment he felt lonely in this big out-
doors, far from the gay life of New
York. Then, squaring his shoulders,
he began to whistle a lively little tune
as he turned into a big friendly lunch-
room on the corner.
Donald Adams, youthful president
of the Adams Detective Agency, was
in Arizona searching for a certain
twenty-five year old girl, who in a
boasting moment, had stated to him
with her little jaw set at a determined
angle that detectives were just ordina-
ry men after all and she could elude
the best of them. She was serious so
the Adams Agency "got busy." The
men had truly failed. All traces of
her had vanished. Don took up the
broken threads in earnest, so we find
him working in Arizona carrying out
one of his well known hunches. On
his walk from the station his eyes had
narrowed thoughtfully. I wonder if
.... he began, then he smiled grimly.
His mind was working rapidly now
that he had an idea. "The Summer
Mansion!" he cried exultingly, "I
never thought of that."
The next morning, Don was up
early speeding on his way in the cov-
eted car, but his destination was not
Atolina, it was in the opposite direc-
tion, to Lydia. He traveled steadily
until he reached the village, then,
driving up the main street, down a
wide side street he suddenly swung
into a spacious well kept drive and
stopped before a beautiful southern
mansion of Delphian architecture. He
jumped out of the machine, taking the
steps three at a bound, then lifted the
ponderous brass knocker, letting it fall
with a heavy bang. The maid ushered
him into the reception room where he
seated himself in a padded leather
chair with well pretended indifference.
He drew out his gold faced hunting
watch trying with it carelessly but
studying the gold face thoughtfully. It
formed a perfect mirror !
Watching the velvet curtains swing
silently to one side he saw a very
pretty feminine head thrust through
the opening carefully observing him
from the large open doorway. With
one bound he was out of his chair,
grabbing her roughly by the arm be-
fore she could turn to escape. It took
but a moment to clasp the deadly
looking handcuffs upon her slender
wrists. Then he smiled grimly down
into her upturned face.
"Caught!" he cried, "you shouldn't
have come back to your summer home.
A crook, they say, always returns to
the, scene of his crime."
' ' Oh Don ! ' ' she said struggling to
keep back the tears. "It was such good
fun. Then you had to come and end it
all. Will you please take off these
nasty handcuffs. They are so heavy.
It was a very satisfied Don who ap-
peared a month later in New York,
exclaiming happily, "Meet the wife."
Fred Sampson '26
The day before yesterday I had a
wonderful experience. In fact it was
so wonderful and remarkable, too, that
it would be a crime against science not
to mention it.
About a week ago I received an air-
plane with special equipment for alti-
tude work. I have always been much
interested in this subject, and haying
made a careful study of the matter, I
found that at this season of the year
the atmosphere serves better for cloud
climbing than at any other. So with
the desire for an altitude record I had
ordered an Adlerika special, with twin
Spitz-ford motors. From the North-
ampton gas works, I obtained a large
quantity of liquid oxygen and placed
it in a resistant container which was
awarded a patent just yesterday in the
name of Julius Caesar Jones, My wing
spread was enormous that I might bet-
ter mount the rarer ozones and my
motors were lubricated with a gas pro-
ducing agent which I hoped would sup-
ply enough of a harmless substance
which would be of invaluable aid when
the atmosphere became too unstable to
longer support me.
On June 23, 1925, fully equipped
for whatever might come in the line
of sky-riding, T left the hangar and
jumped off. I started at about 2.00
p. m., wishing to derive as much
benefit as possible from the heavy
gasses rising from the factories below,
and limbed steadily for about four
I had noticed no difficulty in breath-
ing so far, and the plane swept in
huge circles like some gigantic bird of
prey. I was far above the earth now.
So far, indeed, that it was only barely
distinguishable, for here and there
darted soft, fleecy clouds drawn hith-
er and yon by air currents which did
not affect the pleasant purr of my
motor. But by the time my altimeter
registered five miles, my breath was
coming shorter and I had to continu-
ally increase speed to accompish the
same upward pull. So at this time in
my memorable flight, I switched on my
oxygen tank, gave my engines the full
benefit of the marvelous lubrication
system installed by K. D. Extensis, and
settled back to wait for that moment
when human and mechanical endurance
could no longer hold out. But mental-
ly I resolved to last as long as the
plane; and while there was little hope
for even a parachute glide down the
abyss now under me, I vowed to go
As I approached the world record
mark, namely, seven miles, I began to
feel the monotonous grind which comes
from a prolonged use of pure oxygen ;
but as yet no actual discomfort was
felt, and I soared on.
I reached the seven mile altitude.
What a thought! Above this no one
had gone. One mile, or two. and I
would have established an enviable
record. The plane herself was puling
well, and her motors merely buzzed
louder as we struck those deadly va-
cant pockets in the Upper World.
The eight mile altitude came and
then the nine. Oh ! if only we can make
that seemingly impossible ten.
Nine miles and a half above the old
world and now, with a knife like pang,
my lungs are racked with a pain, an-
nouncer of misery to come. Nine
miles and five-eights and the outer
motor gives a continual coughing
which, oddly enough, fits into the
swaying motion of the plane in a per-
fect imitation of an intoxicated sailor.
Nine and three-quarters, a buzzing of
gigantic bees fills my ears, and my
heart beats rapidly against a chest
which heaves with the immense labor
of supplying sufficient oxygen to sus-
tain life. Nine miles and seven-
eighths. Oh ! to turn back ! But no,
reach that unattainable peak and then,
what glory ! Upward rose the plane.
Now the throttle is wide open and the
wings elevated to their utmost, but the
climb is halted and broken. I can no
longer hear the motors because of this
intolerable noise in my head. My
vision is becoming blurred, even thru
the thick goggles with which I am
provided. Two-hundred more feet ! —
One hundred fifty ! — One hundred ! —
Oh, may I endure this torture long
enough to make it. Fifty feet ! — Thirty-
five ! — Twenty-five ! — how little and yet
how great for now we rise only one
foot in a circle of four or five miles.
At last — only ten feet more. Can 1
hold out for the ten or fifteen minutes
it will take to attain it Another circle
which raises me two feet. Another and
yet another, horrible in their monotony
and suspense. Three feet more now,
but the palne is fluttering like some
wounded bird. Once more I turn and
circle, once more I feel the nausea
stealing over me as I swoop and flit in
the unstable air. And now a glance
at my altimeter shows only one foot to
go. Around I circle, eyes and brain
immovable except for that little glass
indicator. Ah! At last it is reached,
but with a last fluttering lurch the
complaining boat has given way, seem-
ingly beneath me. I fainted then! dis-
agreeable to admit, but true neverthe-
less. How I got down I don't know.
At one thousand feet a strong breeze
revived consciousness, and I came back
in time to flatten out my wings, shut
my motor, and glide. They say my
lungs will soon be useless, but what do
1 care. Upon my desk with the Con-
gressional medal for this flight is my
little enclosed altimeter with the ar-
row pointing to the ten mile mark!
David E. Hoxie '25
"When The Sophomores Won
There was keen competition at the
Braeebridge School of Athletics between
the Junior and Sophomore besketball
teams. This competition had led to the
Juniors challenging their rivals to an
outdoor basketball game the following
Ruth L-awton and Rita Ames, captain
and manager respectively of the
' ' Soph 's ' ' team, had called practice.
Miss Shirley, the coach, was intently
watching the game when Rita, the guard
tried a long shot from the far end of
the field. The bal struck the rim and
bounced off falling into Ruth's capable
hands, from which it was immediately
snapped into the basket. The play was
one that the two girls had studied care-
fully, but evidently Miss Shirley missed
the point for her whistle brought the
game to an abrupt halt.
"Rita Ames, I'll give you just one
more trial. If you continue to "play
for the gallery", it will disqualify you
for the team, ' ' she said sharply.
Rita, with burning face, returned to
her position. A quick jump, and she
sent the ball spinning toward the bas-
ket as before, almost subconsciously.
Miss Shirle3 r stopped the game for a
second time. "You need not report to
practice again," she said clearly and
Rita's face turned ashy and her eyes
filled with hot tears, for she dearly lov-
ed this sport. However, she remained
silent, and left the gymnasium alone.
On Tuesday she took her room-mate,
Helen Seymour, to watch practice. Dol-
ly was too slim and too slow for such a
responsible position, but the best sub-
stitute available from the Sophomore
ranks. Rita did not surrender her gym-
nasium locker. She could not muster
sufficient courage to answer the sympa-
thetic queries of Miss Morris, the super-
intendant of the gymnasium, for fear
of ignoble tears. Fortunately, Miss
Shirley did not press this point.
The day of the great game arrived.
Rita, with two ardent "fans", attended
the game, hopeful but fearful. She
made a pathetic little figure, in her red
coat, with its matching "tarn" pulled
low over her brown "bob." She feared
Dolly's ability to outwit her formidable
The game was very close, score tied
and three minutes to play, when Dolly's
rival stumbled and aecidently lunged
into her. Dolly went crashing to the
floor, and was unconscious. She was
taken from the field, while Miss Shirley
caught Rita. "You will have to substi-
tute. Please hurry and dress," was all
Ruth, in the "gym, " caught Rita's
arm as she whispered, Don't forget
your long shot ! ' '
The score remained a tie. The game
was only a matter of seconds when Rita,
in desperation, tried her long shot. The
ball struck the back-board, whirled for
an instant on the rim, and descended
smoothly through the net just as the
timer's whistle sounded.
"Score 12-10 n favor of the Sopho-
mores," announced Miss Morris, the
score-keeper. Then, amid cheers and
shouts, she smiled at Rita, "You won-
der!" she cried, "Why didn't you tell
Shirley you could make that long shot ? ' '
Rita smiled a little. "Because I did-
n 't know I could, myself, Miss Morris, ' '
Ruth and Miss Shirley arrived breath-
less. "Dolly's 0. K., thank goodness.
Rita, you're a wonder, even if you did
"crab my act!" the former cried. Then
Miss Shirley linked her arm with Rita's.
"I think I understand your play iioav,
Rita," she said quietly, "And I want
you to coach the Freshman team next
term. ' '
By Hazel E. Holden '25
A Lucky Shot
Many boys think that they would
like to be cow-punchers. Few, how-
ever, have any conception of the life
of a range-rider and the hardships,
privation and danger with which he
has to put up.
"Riding in the dust of a thousand
head" is a nice picturescuie expression
in print. In practice, the choking dust,
thirst, heat, and the weariness of
twenty hours a day in the saddle, takes
the frosting off the ginger bread for
those who know what it means in
A few years ago, I was riding for a
Nevada outfit who were shipping their
cattle to Montana, and it was on that
job that I had an experience which will
show what a cowboy has to face. We
were shipping the last bunch from Iron
Point, The cattle were wild and shy,
what we called "ornery" and" we had
our hands full to load them. That
morning, I was ridin Chipmunk, the
best cow-pony in my string, and so the
boss told me to stay on my horse, and
keep the loading pen at the bottom of
the chute full.
A loading chute is made narrow so
that the animals cannot turn around;
but two cows got wedged into the
doorway of the car, and the animals
behind them, crazy with fright, began
to back. The big steer in front of me,
began to bellow and rearing tried to
turn around. I landed the end of my
whip on his nose and he dropped.
Then there was a kicing. thrashing
and twisting of his head, and, before
I could reign Chipmunk, he had
turned, and his horns were under my
In trying to get away from the big
head over me, I twisted to one side
and my hand struck against the butt of
my colt. I was dazed by my fall and
the unexpectedness of what had hap-
pened ; and it was only by instinct that
I pulled the gun and pointed it blindly
upward at a gleaming horn and fired.
A rushing weight came down upon
me, sparks flashed before my eyes, and
I fell back unconscious. The next
thing that I remembered was being
lifted with the foreman's arm about
my shoulder, the boys standing anx-
iously around, and one of the tram
crew splashing water into my face.
My lucky shot had knocked off one
of the animal's horns, and stunned
him. When the outfit dragged him off
from me, they thought I was dead, for
I was covered with blood from the
broken horn. One of my legs, a should-
er, and a hip were badly bruised, and
I had to be carried out to camp. I had
a narrow shave that day, and yet it
was only one of the many unforseen
events which are likely to happen to
any cow-puncher in the course of his
Barry Gray, '26.
One bright morning in January, the
snow sparkling and dazzling one's
eyes, I started out on my first and only
At first I was unsuccessful in find-
ing any sign of a fox, but just as I
was about to give up the hunt, I came
across a fresh fox track. I was much
excited at first, and followed the trail
for about two hours. By this time, I
had traveled a long distance and was
in a land of ledges and laurel. The
trail was now very fresh, and I was
so excited that my knees trembled like
leaves in an autumn wind.
Perhaps it was a sixth sense — or
what was it? — but I had the feeling
that something was looking at me from
behind. I had many conflicting emo-
tions straggling within me. With a
quick jerk I cocked "Old Faithful,"
my twenty-two, and turned. About
twenty yards from me, I saw a pair of
black ears. I was so startled at first
that I didn't know what to do, but I
automatically pulled my gun to my
shoulder and fired. If I remember cor-
rectly, I shut my eyes when I fired. On
that account I felt sure that I had
missed. And yet, what was that over
in the laurel? Yes, it was the head of
a fox. Luck had been with me, I had
shot a fox. All that I can remember
on the way home was the fear that
someone would rob me of my prize.
Clary Snow '28.
On a sunshiney day in June, I was in
my grandfather's garden. It was a fine
garden with many pretty flowers and
vines. And in the farther corner of the
flowery mass, we found a little "work-
shop" which quite surprised me. But
grandfather seemed not at all distrubed ;
he simply smiled and carefully lifted
off the roof. And what a workshop !—
the greatest little factory I had ever
seen, — a beehive !
Grandfather kept smiling and showed
me all the little combs, drones and busy
workers. Some of the combs seemed to
be entirely filled with honey, but others
were newly made — so grandfather said
— and would be used soon.
We did not see the queen, but my
guide told me that that fine lady was
in one of the lower stories superintend-
ing more work of the same nature as
that which we were inspecting. "Her
Majesty" was a fine looking bee and
was respected by all her servants. When
the bees wished to swarm and seek a
new hive, she did not go, but the home-
hunters chose as their leader, a newly
My grandfather informed me that the
drones of the ''crowd" were those that
did not work, but depended upon their
fellow-workers to feed and care for
them. The bees of a hive eat ''honey-
bread." It sounds very good and pro-
bably the bees find it so.
These bees belonged to grandfather
and of course he cared for them. He
had a sort of a veil and gloves which
lie wore to protect himself from their
stings while he was gathering the honey
from the hives. He told me that by
pumping smoke into the hive he could
gather honey without danger.
Before I came away grandfather ask-
ed me if I had thought that the school
house might be likened to a bee hive. I
replied that it seemed that the drones
of a hive might be compared to those
scholars who spend their time in idle-
ness, and that Avell-filled combs of honey
were like the lessons which are satisfac-
Hadley Wheeler '27
Departure of The Swallow
And is the swallow gone?
Who beheld it?
Which way sail'd it?
Farewells bade it none.
No mortal saw it go-
But who doth hear
Its summer cheer
As it flittith to and fro?
So the freed spirit flies!
From its surrounding clay
It steals away
Like the swallow from the sky.
Whither? Wherefore doth it go?
'Tis all unknown;
We feel alone,
That a void is left below.
Carroll L. Clark
Some may long for the soothing touch
Of lavender, cream, and mauve,
But the ties I wear must have the glare
Of a red hot kitchen stove.
The books I read, and the life I lead
Are sensible, sane, and mild,
I like calm hats, and I don't wear spats
But I want my neckties wild.
Out from the open spaces
Out from the great unknown,
Come life's worries and sadness
Into the peaceful home.
Knocking, they take their places
In hearts, unwilling homes,
Searching for all life's badness
Or passing o 'er like foam.
Wounding our hearts and our minds
Trouble and pain both mingle,
Leaving joy far far behind
They come, both double and single.
Glenn E. Adams '25.
Give me a wild tie, brother
One with a cosmic urge!
A tie that will swear, rip, and tear
When it sees my old blue serge.
O, some will say that a gent's cravat
Should only be seen not heard,
But I want a tie, that will make men cry
And render their vision blurred
I yearn, I long for a tie so strong
It will take two men to tie it,
If such there be, just show it to me
Whatever the price I'll buy it!
Give me a wild tie, brother
One with a lot of sins
A tie that wall blaze
With a hectic haze
Down where the vest begins.
Listen, my friends, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of the measles queer;
They nearly wreck 'd the Gypsy Rover,
And pepper 'd our basketball team all over.
Out of complexions, clear and white,
The magic dots come fiery bright;
"Sick," says the nurse as she sends you home.
To sit with your measles all alone.
Helen Merritt '27.
Fancies of a Dreamer
Two little pools of deep sky blue,
Two morsels that glisten like morning dew,
A pair of small lakelets aquiver with fun,
Reflecting and mocking the noonday sun.
Lond silv'ry willows border each lake;
Their lithe, Grecian bodies shiver and shake,
Stretching their sinewy lengths so trim,
Warring, fantastically, each tiny limb.
Just over head drift the clouds of Gold.
(Changed by the Sun's magic rays, I'm told)
Floating, just floating, lazily down.
Almost carressing the 'Alice Blue' gown.
But those pools are eyes of purest blue!
These willows are lashes, emblems of You!
And the clouds are wisps of silken hair,
Of the girl, in this world, whom I deem most
David E. Hoxie '25.
The Radio You Buy
Easy to wire and loud in speech,
Easy to tune and long in reach,
Others do it and so, perchance,
You'll get Germany, England and France.
F. La Valley '25.
"The Black Bus"
When the truck comes 'round each morn
And it blows its tuneful horn,
With great noise a hurrying horde
Rushes upon the running board.
Bright and new it seems to us,
The black and shiny auto bus,
That carries us to school each day,
In any weather, any way.
Quite unlike the barefoot boy,
We hail the bus with unfeigned joy.
To the school, we never trudge,
For if it's late, we need not budge.
When at school, we have arrived
Each one takes a running slide
The bus goes back to wait once more,
For the coming-home of the twenty-four.
R. Merritt '27
We are the class of Twenty-five,
With manners Rough and Ready
Of course we have our little flings
But you'll sometimes find us steady.
We are the champions of the World
You'll grant us this concession
When we add, we mean our ability
To keep on P. M. session.
We're gentle, modest, and benign
We don't go in for rooting
Save when stern necessity calls
And our own class horn needs tooting.
The one with lungs most lusty
In afore said occupation
Is Robert Franklin, or plain Ben
Of phonographic inoculation.
And then comes Smiley curly-pate
With head gear quite Satanic
But the way those curls can get the girls
Puts us other guys in a panic.
The Elizabeths are next in line,
And line is not a string here
For admirers you see to left to right
Forever standing near.
And there 's Glenn Adams, witty sheik
Whose stories are quite clever.
The envy of Tess Holden
Whose poems, our heart chords sever.
Our hats are off to Trudie Dobbs
Whose littleness sticks by her
And to Dave Hoxie, class night-hawk
Who refuses "to retire."
Another Nash, our old friend Bruce
With manner truly greedy
Has monopolized our reference room
Which fact is somewhat seedy.
So we'll take next into our ken
Our Rover boy LaV alley
Who fills his time with wonderings
As to "what's become of Sally."
Then there are Margaret, Lib, and Ed
The wizards of our class
Who take the stiffest quizzes
Either singly or "en masse."
We pity poor Ruth Atherton
Whose footsteps must be wary,
To dare to pass those dole-ful tombs
Must take a heart not scary.
Here's to the sheik of Lithia
His surname is called Barrus
And to Bill Purrington whose ball-bat
Was purchased just to scare us.
The only calm girls in the class
Are Mary Wells and Carrol Clark
The tricks those girls don't do, but could
Would fill a flour barrel.
But everything must have an end,
As well as a beginning
So here we stop, tho' still on top
At our own praises singing.
This year "Burgy" High School
started right in after the summer va-
cation with the resolve to make herself
known in athletics as well as in studies.
As a result a field was entered that has
not been touched for several years, and
we started off with a soccer team. Al-
thouh we were handicapped by lack
of numbers, we made up for that with
ambition, and by playing every class in
the game as represented on the team,
and even using the coach to practice
against we started off the season by
playing Smith Academy at Hatfield.
The entire school and faculty going
over to root for us. We came back de-
feated eight to one, but we had learned
some things about the game that we
did not know before. Thus we went
through the season, fighting the P. M.
session which caused serious casualty
after serious casualty in our line. The
final and last game of the season was
against Smith Agricultural School and
from them in a ten minute over time
period we won our final game with a
score of one to nothing.
With the soccer season barely ended
the basketball season began. At the
first call for men we came out twenty-
two strong from which to pick our five.
Our first game was with Conway and
in an over-time period we were defeat-
ed by two fouls. This game was fast
but there were many ragged holes on
both sides as the number of fouls
showed up and we came back to prac-
tice resolved to smooth out the rough
spots. Mr. Merritt came out and took
charge of the second team for us, and
it improved rapidly under his care, and
meantime our first team began to have
difficulties with the P. M. session list
once more. We went up to Chester to
meet a second defeat but our second
team came through with a win so there
was one drop of sweet to offset the bit-
ter. Barrus was the figure of interest
in that game as he held his place near
the Chester basket and his long arms
looped the ball high over the head of
his greatly disgusted and highly irri-
Our next game was with the Holyoke
ConQTCsrational Church and the night
that we went over there Goodwin
missed the truck, as a result we were
one forward shy and were defeated by
a foul and one basket.
Mr. Merrittt had now taken over the
coaching of our first team and made
several changes on the team, shifting
Nash from center to guard and plac-
ing Purrington in the center position
With this lineup we practiced several
very pretty plays and had fair success
with them against our cocky second
team who had started a winning streak
and defeated four rivals in succession.
On January 16 in a blinding snow
storm we started for our old rivalr
over in Ashfield and after pulling and
hauling and getting stuck in the snow
the majority of the team got through
Avith the truck while some of its mem-
bers were still enroute via a sleigh
ride. As usual we found trouble over
there as the Ashfield team was smart-
ing under the effects of a bad defeat
of its second team and came out to
meet our first team with blood in their
eyes. We were defeated, but we evened
the score on our own floor by a final
score more than double that of Sand-
erson's, later on in the season.
A few bright spots come back to our
memory as we recall the games of the
last basketball season, two of the most
notable being the "comeback" staged
in the second game with the "Congo"
Church of Holyoke, and the defeat on
their own floor of the Annunciation
Cadets. The seniors leaving us this
year take four good men from our
team but the horizon is bright for next
year as with Goodwin to lead them our
team of "seconds" should make a
name well worth remembering for the
Baseball season is now on and so far
we have been handicapped by general
conditions. The Seniors are busy and
regular practice h as been impossible
but even so we still hope to write at
the end of the season, "We have met
the enemy and they are ours."
CLASS OF 1926
Here are the Juniors. Never know
it would you? They paraded up to
room 1 with the idea that they would
have Miss D. and the Senior Class at
their feet and though one of the girls,
Marguerite Former has succeeded, the
rest have failed but don't know it.
There's Milton Howes who would
make a corking good soccer player only,
—alas, — he left the cork out of his wis-
dom tank one night and had to hunt
through several P. M. sessions to find
A direct opposite of the easy going
Mit. is Jib Goodwin. He just can't
smile, — when he's asleep. Sad, isn't it?
Helen Roberge, the telephone girl,
and Dick Manwell have been trotting
around together quite a little lately.
You see Dick wants to be a reporter and
Helen gets the news for him, red-hot
and then some.
Barry Gray is a good sport and is
very quiet and gentle but take warning,
— don't get him to laughing!
Vicky and Bessie Kempkes are always
seen together. Do they like each other
or do they meet to compare notes on
how to vamp Dick Bissell who is guar-
anteed lady-proof since that not-so-far-
off night when Trudie Dobbs smecked
his wrist for holding her hand.
Here's Fred Sampson, class humorist.
He's never happy unless he can be late
and enter the room with Norman. You-
've heard of hero worship . before but
maybe Fred thinks "Two heads are
better than one."
Tho the Juniors are small they are
clever and some are studious, so if they
do not diminish further in mental and
physical ability they may become that
100% perfect class of Seniors which
Supt. Merritt believes we shall attain
CLASS OF 1927
I think the Sophomores are the
rarest class in high school, in fact they
are too rare for the Seniors. We all
know that the class of '27 has two
members of Merritt, and from its fa-
vored ones the Gypsy Rover wisely
selected its leading lady, and needed
all the girls for its musical members.
The Sophies are noted for the time
they have spent in trying to persuade
Miss Merrified that she only gave them
from Page 23-30 instead of Page 23-37
as she probably did. But previous to
this, two of the boys had acquired the
reputation of arguing a point out of
sight. The Sophies are taking French
this year, they go around the halls very
pre-occupied in studying the irreguki
verbs, of which they are so fond.
Packard, their president, has taken
up horse-back riding. This is evident in
the Mediaeval and Modern History
class, as he is constantly changing his
seat. Why don't you use a pillow,
Field, Emerick and Coogan of this
class formerly used "mum" for their
pass word, but what we can't under-
stand is when Jackie Coogan did his
studying for the wonderful recitationc
he gave in the French class. Maybe
Jackie is just naturally amorous
though. How about it Grace? You
ought 'a know!
Wonderful things are expected from
the neat and carefully arranged work-
shop of Hadley Wheeler. Blackboards
for the Assembly Hall and a quartered
oak bookcase would be gratefully ac-
We would like to suggest, too, that
Miss Peg Nash take charge of the Lost
and Found Department or, maybe, she
has learned her lesson; have you, Peg?
But never mind 1927, you're a great
old class just the same— Nothing is
too hard for you — 'except some of the
Spark Plugs left in the candy cup-
board by the Seniors when they went
on their far famed Boston trip.
CLASS OF 1928
When Miss Pratt saw the Freshmen
come into their first class with her, she
thought that the first grade had wand-
ered into the upper parts of the build-
ing. But Ave still have hopes, as some
of them can now see over the tops of
Poster, their first president has had
great asperations in making up to one
of the Senior girls.
Mister Walter Algustocky is extreme-
ly noted as the "Beau Brummel" of
the Freshmen Class, also as "leur petit
enfant. ' '
We hope, by the time '"Barney Snow
comes back to school he will have found
a new brand of perfume.
Mildred Roberge, although very
small, has bright ideas such as this Mr.
Johnson do all algebra equations used
with the formula have the same answer?
It seems Evelyn Atherton has all
hopes of becoming a house-keeper and
has started early to train. Well Evelyn
we all wish you luck.
Mary Dansereau it seems was quite
taken with some of the Senior Boys.
But Mae will have to look farther than
W. H. S. for them after this year.
We would like to ask "Pete" Frenier
if he has been to Mars yet?
Clara Atherton may be small in some
ways but we've all heard the saying
"Little but oh! my!"
Logia Kmit is the prim little Fresh-
man but "Still water runs deep."
Pauline Webb and Mary Black have
attained a reputation for being good
students as well as all-round sports.
Glenn Shaw has been working all the
year to adorn his report card with all
A's and has succeeded. Keep it up
Glenn and you'll be a member of the
Pro Merito Society.
We are expecting by next year to
have a post office installed so Lottie
Stempkowski and Norman Goodwin
won't have to carry their notes back
We all envy Eliabeth Pennington and
Winifred Wrathall their curly hair but
as it wont do us any good we must be
It muct cost Ruby "Wade a great deal
for shoe leather; she is so far from W.
Although Warren McAvoy is only a
Freshman, you might think he was a
high and dignified Senior the way he
drives his new ford.
Henry Drake is fast becoming known
by those who pass by the hotel about
four or five o'clock in the afternoon.
We now know that the reason Mar-
jorie Otis stays so thin is because she
has to pass the cemetary so often.
Prances Lloyd, we understand, has
developed a great liking in the past year
for riding on the cars, because of some
of the conductors.
For dependability and industry we
take our hats off to Leroy Weeks.
Don't take these slams too hard
Freshmen, and cheer up ! You '11 be
Sophomores next year if you have good
Clara Ames is another petite Freshie,
shy but winsome. Her bright blue eyes
seem to dazzle the boys.
President — David Hoxie
Vice-President — Hazel Holden
Secretary and Treasurer-
Executive Committee —
Bruce Nash, Edward Foster,
The Debating Sobiety, while not as
energetic and triumphant as that of a
year ago has, nevertheless, done a few
things to make it worthy of mention.
Debates were held on the following
Resolved: That the United States
should abandon her policy of isolation
from foreign affairs. Won by the affir-
Resolved: That the president should
be elected by popular vote. Won by
Resolved: That the railroads of the
United States should be sectionally
consolidated. Won by the negative.
Resolved : That there should be only
one session in this high school.
Resolved : That we should have no
after-noon session. Both won by af-
The above program contains several
impromptu debates which afforded ex-
cellent amusement while we waited
for the judge's formal decision. We
also were amused by various piano
soloists, including Robert Smiley and
Tho the graduation of most of the
officers this year will make it hard next
fall we sincerely hope that those fol-
lowing will strive as earnestly as we
have for the "use of and ability to
speak, better English."
The Boston Trip
On the morning of May 4, we started
out gay and excited on our trip to Bos-
ton, with Miss Dunphy and Mr. Merritt
as chaperones. We were late in start-
ing, due to Smiley 's delay in dressing.
Except for a slight shower and two flat
tires we arrived 0. K. at Worcester at
12.00 o'clock when we had lunch. The
trip from Worcester to Boston was plea-
sant but uneventful. Due to the expert
driving of Foster, Cook, Breckenridge
and LaV alley, we were ushered safely
to Rutland Square through the congest-
ed traffic. All was excitment till every
one was "dolled up" for the evening's
entertainment at Keith's. We refrain
from telling too much about the insom-
nia of that night, but by two o'clock
We shall not forget the enjoyable day
we spent Tuesday, under the direction
of Mr. Frank A. Brooks, when we visit-
ed Boston Harbor, Long Island,
Charlestown Prison, City Hall and
State House. That evening we attend-
ed the Musical Comedy — "Rose Marie",
where much difficulty in locating the
seats we wanted, but then some were
satisfied. "The after-theatre lunch"
was tasty and well served. We recom-
mend the ' ' Elizabeths" !
Wednesday we had a most enjoyable
trip to Lexington and Concord where
we visited many historical places of in-
terest. We noticed that many of the
girls were more interested in "Charlie"
the guide, than in history but by the
amount of souvenirs she bought we
know that one of them will not forget
the trip. That afternoon the crowd
divided visiting the various public
buildings. That evening we enjoyed the
Musical Comedy, "No, No, Nanette"
where' some of us changed our minds
about "going onto the stage." We
wonder if one of our party really did
wait at the stage a.s he wished to. The
lunch that night was served not so ela-
borate, but served with more "pep."
Ask "Ben" (Bob Nash) about the hook!
Thursday morning we started out on
the "Ancient and Modern Boston" trip
where we visited the Navy Yard, Bun-
ker Hill Monument and many other
points of interest. We wonder how
Elizabeth O'Neil enjoyed her visit to
"Old Ironsides" and why "Ben" mis-
sed his step after visiting Bunker Hill
That afternoon many stunts were per-
formed, the most important of which
was a "shopping tour" under the care-
in 1 guidance of Elizabeth Burke. With
joy in our hearts because it was over,
we started home at 4.00 o'clock stopping
only at Spencer where we had supper.
That night when we reached home we
appreciated more than ever the efforts
on the part of the members of the class
and of all those who helped to make
our trip possible.
' THE GYPSY ROVER"
Meg; Rob's foster mother Alice Nash
Zara; Belle of the Gypsy Camp
Marto; Meg's husband. Darby Cook
Sinfo; Gypsy lad in love with Zara
Rob; The Gypsy Rover Robert Nash
Lady Constance ; Daughter of Sir Geo.
Martindale Ruth Tetro
Lord Craven; EngMsh fop
Sir Geo. Martindale; English Country
Gentleman David Hoxie
Nina ; Second daughter' of Sir Geo.
Capt. Jerome ; Capt of English Army
Sir Toby Lyon; Society Butterfly
MeCorkle ; Song publisher of London
Lackey ; Servant Frederick LaV alley
Chorus; Sir George's English Girls and
Gypsy Under graduates
Two very successful performances
were given in the Williamsburg Town
Hall, February 19 and 29th. The
Gypsy Camp near London with its
changing scenes was especially realistic
and the groups with their gay colors
were very effective against the natural
green background. "Gypsy Rob" (Bob
Mash) was greatly appreciated by the
audience both as a son and lover; the
many songs which he rendered during
the evening were especially entertain-
ing. The visit of Lady Constance (Ruth
Tetro) and Lord Craven, her English
lover, (Bill Purrington) whose clever
lines and "doneha knows" were highly
enjoyed by all, started the romance.
This developed fairly well during the
absence of Lord Craven when he went
"to look after the horses." The arrival
of the hunting party introduced to us
Sir Ceo. Martindale (David Hoxie)
who played hsi part extremely well.
Act iJ opened in the home of Sir Geo.
and developed the romance by the
-second meeting of the lovers and their
promise of "constancy." An elopement
was planned which was overheard by
by Lord Craven and made known to
Sir George who planned to arrest and
imprisonment of Gypsy Rob.
Act III opened after the lapse of two
years and revealed the mystery of the
lost heir to the Sir Gilbert Haine estate
who proved to be Gypsy Rob, having
having been kidnapped years before by
Meg (Alice Nash) and Marto (Darby
The audience greatly appreciated the
singing and acting of the two Sopho-
more girls (Ruth Tetro and Alice Nash)
who took part in this play. The Seniors
were very grateful for their willingness
to help them in raising money for the
During the sudden illness of Ruth
Tetro. the class was very fortunate in
obtaining the services of two West
Springfield High School girls who play-
ed their parts in an excellent manner.
At a later date the performance was
repeated at which Ruth Tetro proved
her excellent talent.
Sept. 2 — School opened today. Many
little kindergarten folks asked for Miss
Merrineld's room. Foiled! T'was only
the younger generation of Freshmen.
There was a change in the faculty this
year, Mr. Johnson taking Mr. Clough's
place and Miss Pratt taking Miss
Oct. 1 — Upper classmen s belts in evi-
dence. Guess the rest!
Oct, 8 — Freshmen weren't so fresh
after tonight. They were put through
the same difficult (?) stunts.
Oct. 31. — Hallowe'en Party given by
the Sophomores. The costumes added
much to the enjoyment of the evening.
Nov. 10. — First meeting of Debating
Society at which the officers were elect-
Nov. 25. — All out for Thanksgiving
recess. The usual indigestion attacks
Dec. 5. — Basketball season opened.
W. H. S. journeyed to Conway. Miser-
able weather, "doneha know."
Dee. 18. — Xmas party given by the
Juniors. The mistletoe caused the usual
Dec. 19-29. — Xmas Vacation.
Jan. 1. — New Year's Day. No school.
Jan. 2. — Basketball team went to
Holyoke for first game of the New Year.
Jan. 6. — Team played St. Michaels'
at Hamp. Lost as usual. Very good
Jan. 9. — Debate held.
Jan. 9. — Another game at W. H. S.
against Chester High. There was a
wonderful moon and should have had a
soothing effect but, did it?
Jan. 16. — Sleighride to Ashfield to
see game against Sanderson Academy.
An awful snow storm but we got there,
and back at 4.30 A. M.
Feb. 6.— W. H. S. defeated 2nd Con-
gregational Church of Holyoke ai
Burgy in an overtime period. Several
of the players also took several Holyoke
girls home. Who were the guilty ones?
Feb. 13.— W. H. S. defeats Sander-
son Academy at Burgy, 33-12.
Feb. 19-20.— "The Gypsy Rover"
given. A great success. Our leading-
lady was sick but we obtained another
by a fast ride to West Springfield. Miss
Nettie Epstein on the first night and
Miss Esther Dickinson the second.
Feb. 23. — Washington's Birthday
being on Sunday we had Monday off.
Feb. 23. — Mr. Johnson ill with meas-
Feb. 27-March 9.— Vacation.
March 12. — First game of series with
Outlaws for town championship. W. H.
S. 17, Outlaws 34.
March 25. — Outlaws won title from
High School in two overtime periods.
April 1. — Seniors gave a supper.
April 17. — Gave the "Gypsy Rover"
again. Had our own leading lady this
April 20. — Celebrated Patriots' Day
May 1-11. — Vacation.
May 4-7.— Seniors' Boston trip. Did
they have a good time ? M-m-m- ! !
May 15. — Debate held.
May 22. — Junior-Senior Prom. The
sidelines enjoyed themselves by throw-
ing "serpentines" and confetti.
May 28. — Seniors had pictures taken.
Did they leave the camera intact?
June 3. — Undergraduates had their
pictures taken by Mr. Newhall.
A. COLLEGE COURSE
Alvan Ban us
■Dai by Cook
Elizabeth O 'Neil
E. GENERAL COURSE
Can oil Clark
Wilbur Purrington, Jr.
*Pupils belonging to the Honor Group
The following members have a part in the
Address of Welcome — Edward Foster
Class Histoiy — William Purrington, Jr.
Class Prophecy — David Hoxie
Prophecy on Prophet — Elizabeth O 'Neil
Class Oration — Margaret Kempkes
Class Will — Bruce Nash
Class Grinds — Darby Cook
Farewell Address — Robert Smiley
Class of 1924
Richard Breckenridge, Wentworth
Mary Burke, Westfield Normal
Millie Dansereau, North Adams Nor-
Donna Emrick, Northampton Com-
Frederick Field, at home.
Alice Graves, teacher at Westhamp-
Alma Graves. Pratt Institute, Brook-
lyn, N. Y.
Eleanor Mansfield, Burnham School,
Flora Manwell, Northfield Seminary.
Francis Manwell, Deerfield Academy
Edward Schuler, Northampton Com-
Ruth Smart, at home.
Anita Smith, Boston University.
Daisy Wait, Boyden's Restaurant,
Ruth Wait, Northampton Commer-
Charles Watling, Northampton Com-
Wenonah Webb, North Adams Nor-
Annie Bates '23 to Herbert Lawton.
Mildred Atherton '22 to Clayton
Clifford Loomis '20, to Erma Bald-
Graduating this June:
Margaret Trainor '23, North Adams
Robert Brown '21, University of
Bernard Mansfield '21, Catholic Uni-
versity, Washington, D. C.
Ruth Nutting '21, Attending Colum-
bia University, New York.
Positions this past year:
Rowena Damon '22, teaching at Hat-
Bartley Gordon '23, Government Po-
sition. Washington, D. C.
Helen Tetro '23, Haydenville Sav-
Helena Breguet '23, Hairdresser at
Alice Damon '22, Hampden County
Improvement League, Springfield.
Mildred Heath '22, Springfield News
For many years the month of June
has ushered in commencement week.
Many classes in these years have left
the parent school and are now scattered
in many cities and in many states.
Many heartfelt farewells, many tears of
regret have stifled speech ; only a trem-
bling hand conveyed that which the
tongue refused, to parting classmates.
This year the departing class will
have the same farewells as have those of
other years. Will you too. in the course
of a year or two, forget the night — for-
get the school ? Will you in the friend-
ship of college years or in the rush of
commercial pursuit, forget the duties
you owe to the Alumni Association you
joined that eventful week? Now, you
would say, "Never! a thousand times,
never," Do you know, many a class has
said the same words, and — well — time
has changed them.
Year after year, the secretary sends
out many cards and receives no res-
ponse. They are read "by blind eyes and
received by cold hearts. For those, who
are away, and find it impossible to re-
Turn, a card of regret would be appre-
ciated by the few at home. For it would
show them that you. at least have an
interest in the work. For those at home,
we need your presence and backing in
order to make this a live organization.
As this great week again approaches, let
us catch the new life with which the
hills and valleys are teeming, and res-
pond with a will and desire to make
this Alumni Association one hundred
per cent efficient.
John Brequet '23
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Teacher: "When are triangles con-
congruent ? ' '
La Valley: (in his deep bass voice):
'When they are the same shape, size
Hazel Holden asked Mr. Johnson in
Chemistry one morning why they
gave salt to the cattle if the chlorine
in it was poisonous. Merrill Bisbee
piped out: "To make corned beef."
Bill P.: "Ben, to demonstrate your
expert knowledge of the Bible, sup-
pose you give us a quotation.
Rare Ben: "And Judas went and
Bill: "Aw, that's too short, give us
Rare Ben: "Go thou and do like-
Hoxie in discussion on cotton :
Without cotton goodness knows
what we would do for B. V. D's.
What Seniors Hope For
Less scrap paper.
Death of Cicero.
No intelligence test.
No P. M. Session.
An average of C — at least,
"What on earth are you wearing all
those coats for?" asked the neighbor.
"Well," was the reply, "I'm going
to paint my barn, and the directions
on the paint can say, 'For best results
put on three coats."
Miss Merrifield: "LaValley, what is
the date of the beginning of American
LaValley: "I don't know."
Miss Merrifield: "One year later
than the settlement of Jamestown in
LaValley: "Oh yes! 1606."
After this good old class had gradu-
ated, Elizabeth O'Neil took up the art
of fortune telling as a means of live-
lihood. One day Trebe Smiley came
along and asked for his future.
"Well," quoth Bessie, "I won't try
tokid you, but I can tell you who your
wife will be, honest."
"Shoot," said Trebe exultingly.
"Mrs. Eobert Smiley, Esquire," was
the disappointing reply.
The lady remarked: "Hobo, did you
notice that pile of wood in the yard?"
Hobo: "Yes'm I seen it."
Lady: "You should mind your
grammar. You mean you saw it."
Hobo: "No'm. You saw me see it,
but you ain't see me saw it."
Elderly lady meeting several little
boys with a dog.
"Little boys what are you going to
do with that little dog?"
Jimmie: 'We're going to give it to
the one that can tell the biggest lie."
Lady: "That isn't very nice, you
mustn't tell lies. Look how old I am,
and I have never told a lie."
Jimmie : ' ' Gee, fellers, give her the
Miss Merrifield had just finished
reading a number of short poems, when
Betty Burke exclaimed, "Short,
they Miss Merrifield?"
Little Benny had a fit,
His father didn't notice it.
It didn't hurt Ben a bit.
In fact it was a benefit.
When in Boston, Bob Smiley entered
the subway, forgot himself and
thought he was at Rutland Square.
He turned and went out and it cost
him another dime to rejoin the crowd.
Bruce Nash was mixing a milk shake
up in Jenkins' store this spring. Bar-
rus, being inquisitive wanted to know
what it was. On being informed, he
exclaimed. "They don't have those in
Mr. Newlywed: "This self starter
won't work, there's a short-circuit
Mrs. Newlywed: "Get out and
lengthen it dear." — Ex.
Father: "Why are you always at
the foot of the class?"
Son: "It doesn't make any differ-
ence, they teach the same at both
Miss Pratt: "Where was the con-
stitution drawn up?"
Bessie O'Neil: "In Philadelphia."
Miss Pratt: "Very good! In what
Bessie : ' ' Tammany. ' '
Tn study period one day Miss Merri-
field called one of the quiet (?) Fresh-
man to her desk. He walked up and
put his gum in the basket. Terrible
to have a guilty conscience like that !
Miss Merrifield (In Junior English) :
"What marked the close of the IV
period of Engish Literature?
Goodwin: "Chaucer's death."
Miss M: "But ... I mean . . . what
Goodwin: (seized at last with that
little germ of intelligence): "His
Rules for Freshmen
1. Never be on time, It isn't done
2. Never answer questions. That's
what teachers are for.
Things That Drive the Teachers Crazy :
' I forgot the lesson. "
"I didn't have time to study."
"I forgol my pencil."
"Shall we write on both sides of the
"T didn't hear the question."
"How shall we fold our papers?"
"Do we have to write in ink?"
"My themes have been stolen."
"May T borrow a pen?"
"I left my paper home."
"I left it in the Assembly Hall."
'"How many points shall we carry
In French class: "Shall we write it
"May r get a reference book?"
"What am I on 'Detention List'
"May T speak to so and so?" (after
notes have passed V
"Watching the Seniors!
R, Nash '25.
They say that sailors have a girl in
every port, but a "W. H. S. Senior has
one on every davenport.
Tt seems that one of those charming
Sophomores is kidding a couple of
Seniors along. She wears one's pin
and the other's ring. Pretty profit-
able ! X'est-ce pas!
woman wanted to know how Revere
could see the lanterns in the Old
North Church with all the elevated
structure in the way.
Charlie our lecturer in Boston, told
us. when we passed the spot where
Paul Revere stood, that a Philadelphia
We Would Like To See
Glenn Adams drop math.
Eliz. Burke not looking for Ibid.
Alvan Barrus with his hair combed.
Mary Wells run.
Bill Purrington with a beard.
Carroll Clark with her hair bobbed
Darby Cook dance with someone be-
Bob Nash without his flashy socks
Ed. Foster wear his class pin.
Ruth Atherton act alive.
Bruce Nash not talking: to Gert
Fred LaValley shoot a basket.
David Hoxie and "Lib." Breeken-
ridge not in a pool-room.
Margaret Kempkes with a fellow
Hazel Holden stay home from Beech-
"Trebe' Smiley without a perma
Gert. Dobbs not talking to H. P. at
Miss Merrifield forget quotations.
Miss Pratt not blushing.
Miss Dunphy fat.
Mr. Johnson teaching his daughter
Freshman get big.
Baseball team win a game.
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